#magprompt

[veronicamonroes]

NUMBER T W O ;;

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Veronica Adeline Monroe

Nickname(s): Ronnie, Ron (for the particularly brave)

Reason for Name: I suspect my parents were aiming for class.

Birthday: March 29, 1993

Age: 17

Gender: Female (the rumors are true!) 

Place of Birth: Chicago, IL

Places lived since: this stupid town

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Leila and Mitch, bless their boring souls. They started off middle class and have essentially remained there - well, maybe we've inched a little further up. They're both professors at Illinois State, which, again - fucking boring.

Number and names of siblings: Not applicable. No wonder I had to find ways to entertain myself.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Nonexistent.

Happiest memory: I guess it would be that one time my parents actually exhibited effort and took me to Six Flags. Spent the whole day there, actually. Things were back to normal and they disappeared by the next morning. That's probably why I never remember Six Flags until someone brings it up.

Childhood trauma: Do absentee parents fill in this bubble? I think I've made my point already.

PHYSICAL

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 130-ish, I guess.

Build: Scrawny by all counts to the rest of the world, but I've definitely been skinnier.

Nationality: Altogether ambiguous. But, more succinctly, Filipino and various kinds of Pacific Islander.

Disabilites: Aloofness.

Complexion: Super bright, obviously. The sun just shines off of my face, doesn't it?

Face Shape: Heart, I guess?

Distinguishing Facial Features: Apparently I have really interesting lips, if all of the compliments are to be believed. That probably means the rest of my face is hideous, right? 

Hair Colour: Dark brown.

Usual Hair Style: Loose and messy. I really should take a comb to this tattered mess.

Eye Colour: Brown. How unoriginal.

Glasses? Contacts?: None of the above.

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Whatever is in my closet instead of the hamper - and it's probably super wrinkled to boot. I'm working on this. I'm aiming to look like I take showers this time around.

Typical Style of Shoes: My trusty Docs.

Health: I plead the fifth.

Grooming: I do shower everyday, contrary to popular belief. Nail care is not my friend, but waxing is kinda essential, don't you think? And if I get up early enough, I add some eyeliner to the illustrious cherry lip balm I paint my face with.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: I used to have tattoos. They were all stupid anyway. I have a ring with my first initial etched into it, nose and belly button piercings...

Accent?: American? 

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Always restless, impossible to keep focused. I'm fucking working on it.

Athletic: Absolutely not. I might make a good lacrosse player...

INTELLECT

Level of Education: Apparently I need to get my high school diploma all over again.

Level of Self-Esteem: Oh, super high. A+. Gold star for miss Veronica Monroe.

Gifts/Talents: Apparently I'm a decent painter.

Shortcomings: Everything else.

Style of Speech: Contrary to popular belief (yet again), I speak properly.

"Left brain" or "right brain" thinker?: Right brain, I guess?

Artistic?: I try to be.

Mathematical: That's a big fat no.

Makes Decision Based Mostly on Emotions, or on Logic?: What the fuck is logic?

Neurosis: My (original) seventeen year old disposition.

Life Philosophy: Try not to fuck it up.

Religious Stances: Religion is fucking stupid. I'll add a "goddammit" for good measure.

Cautious or Daring?: Not even sure anymore.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable to: The human race.

Optimist or Pessimist?: Always, always realism.

Extrovert or Introvert?: Is it possible to be neither?

Level of Comfort with Technology: I'm seventeen. What do you think?

RELATIONSHIPS

Current Martial/Relationship Status: Perpetually single.

Sexual Orientation: I don't discriminate.

Past Relationships: No serious ones.

Level of Sexual Experience: Do you seriously want to know the answer to this question?

Story of First Kiss: I was eleven. Her name was Rachel. It was a sleepover and I had nothing better to do. 

Story of Loss of Virginity: It was uneventful and that's all you need to know.

A Social Person?: No one really knows who I am - which I'm sure sounds stereotypically teenage.

Most Comfortable Around: Probably Logan.

How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: Head in the clouds, never quite touching the ground.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: More of the same. FUCKING WORKING ON IT.

SECRETS

Phobias: Dying.

Life Goals: Not dying.

Dreams: Still not dying. Making something of myself.

Greatest Fears: Fucking dying, alright?

Most Ashamed of: Too much to count or recollect.

Most Embarrassing Thing Ever to Happen to Her: I'm not easily embarrassed.

Compulsions: Being an idiot.

Obsessions: Still being an idiot.

Secret Hobbies: Working towards not being an idiot.

Secret Skills: I don't think I have any.

Past Sexual Transgressions: Let's...not.

Crimes Committed: Plenty - please, you all know - and never caught.

What She Most Wants to Change About Her Current Life: Pretty much everything.

What She Most Wants to Change About Her Physical Appearance: There's no saving this mug, darlings.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily Routine: Wake up, get dressed go to school, eat, shit, piss, pretend to be a functioning member of society, maybe do my homework, go to sleep (sometimes).

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Fuck mornings.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: I've probably slept through earthquakes.

Favourite Food: I like...tacos?

Least Favourite Food: Anything green and vegetable-y.

Favourite Book: Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. (Gasp! She reads?)

Least Favourite Book: Pride & Prejudice should be burned in the town square.

Favourite Movie: The Wizard of Oz.

Least Favourite Movie: I don't know, Super Mario Bros? Who actively thinks about this?

Favourite Song: Impossible to narrow down.

Least Favourite Song: Fuck. The. Disney. Channel.

Coffee or Tea?: Oh, coffee. I'm not thirty-five.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter: Crunchy peanut butter is only consumed by the demons of this world.

Typer of Car She Drives: I drive a junker of a Toyota. It's my baby. Call him Leroy.

Lefty or Righty?: Righty.

Favourite Colour: An off sort of blue - like almost a perfect sky, but...not.

Cusser?: Always. Always.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug-User?: ...Sure.

Biggest Regret: I don't want to remember.

Pets?: Parents never let me have any. Now I have a little mutt - and a best friend! Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely...

[wyhsdaily-blog]

Now, it doesn't seem like almost two months has passed already, has it, Dolphins? Cherish these moments, Seniors! As stated last week, our English department sent forth your second Writing Prompt [x] and it was just thrilling to see you discover yourselves. The following are those who completed their assignment along with their answers below:

Adrian Slater

Alana Sittenfeld

Cadenza Giodarno - INCOMPLETE

Dylan Ortega

Eleni Sparks

Este Jackson

Joelle Austin

Nora Valdez - INCOMPLETE

Reese Planter

Robyn Lane

Ronan Whitburn

Veronica Monroe - INCOMPLETE

Victor Banks

To those who turned them in on time, double Spirit Points! To those with extended dates, please have them in by midnight PST that date. To those who are marked as Incomplete, you have until tomorrow to turn them in - this is your first warning.

- WYHS FACULTY

[adrianslater]

Full Name: 

Adrian Vincent Slater

Nickname(s): 

Most people tend to just call me Ad and then you have the family nicknames which aren’t really relevant.

Reason for Name:

 My dad chose it at random and my mother got angry with him since it meant dark or black, one of the two. She didn’t want my name to convey that, so she chose a more suitable nickname, Vincent, and that stands for victory…no one really calls me that so I find it funny. That’s all I know about the choice in my name anyway. I guess they kept it because everyone liked it, not completely sure haha.

Birthday: 

October 2nd 1993

Age: 

Twen—Seventeen.

Gender: 

Male

Place of Birth: 

Chicago

Places lived since: 

Never left Chicago.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: 

Dante and Lidia Slater, from right now they’ve been married for I think, 20 years? I don’t remember. My mom’s a music teacher and my dad was a history teacher but then moved up from that to being a lawyer so that’s great on their part. It’s funny because when they met, the two hated each other and now they’re married with 3 kids, it’s what they told me and I find it quite hilarious since they tend to tease each other often.They’re both really humble and honest people, the people that made me who I am today.

Number and names of siblings:

 2 sisters, one older one younger, Christina and Hadrianna. Yeah, I’m the middle child.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): 

As a family, the 5 of us are really close. My older sister is off at college doing—I forgot but she’s off and I’m here with my younger sister who isn’t that much younger, we get along pretty well. My parents are sometimes unusual, I don’t think they’re normal always ask them to act normal but it never works. We all tease and help each other often. Whenever we’re in trouble, we can count on family and they’re all really welcoming to all my friends which is not such a surprise that they’re pretty comfortable with having Reese and Este around often. My mom loves Este like her own daughter of course, same with my dad, sometimes I’m sure they love her more than me but I don’t mind that at all. I’m pretty sure both my sisters have a tiny crush on Reese and if that’s true, I would not be surprised, to be honest--- but yeah, that’s just my family, we’re all close and odd with one another.

Do you have a child/children: 

No, I haven’t had any that were mine but…there was Alaska and I never thought that she wasn’t mine the minute she was born. I got quite attached to the little girl.

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: 

Este and I were never like that, in a relationship, we were just really close- closer than most people and that worked for us. That’s why it wasn’t so hard to get close with Ally—er, Alaska. I spoiled and treated her like she was my own.

Age he/she gave birth/became a mother/father: 

Seventeen, or even earlier when I first found out about the pregnancy.

Happiest memory: 

Too many to name. 

Childhood trauma:

My dad gave me a lollipop with a bug in it and I didn't notice till I ate the first half...ever since then I'm really sceptical on lollipops. 

PHYSICAL

Height: 

5’11

Weight: 

152 pounds

Build:

Oh, I think it’s called a Mesomorph? I don’t know, my sister told me once and then I forgot.

Nationality: 

My mom’s Italian and she stays true to it with just about everything, that’s what I see most in me but what I really am is: Italian from my mom and British, Irish, German and Spanish from my dad.

Disabilites: 

Besides my eyesight? None that I’m aware of.

Complexion: 

Smooth? Clear?

Face Shape: 

No idea, normal? Is that one of the options?

Distinguishing Facial Features:

 My smile I guess.

Hair Colour: 

Black

Usual Hair Style: 

Messy

Eye Colour:

Light Brown

Glasses? Contacts?: 

Both, my eyes aren’t the greatest when it comes to vision.

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): 

Casual comfortable.

Typical Style of Shoes: 

Uh, Converse?

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?):

 I get sick easily and most of the time.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): 

I shower and change my clothes everyday.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: 

My older sister gave me a self piercing with a needle when I was 7 and it’s still on my ear, the scar anyway.

Accent?: 

Only when I switch from languages, besides that it’s American.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet, restless): 

I tend to talk with my hands a lot and get fidgety when anxious.

Athletic: 

A lot of people like to think I’m not but I am. I play soccer out of school almost everyday of the week and workout often. I played for the baseball team last season and thinking about joining more teams. Not too sure yet.

INTELLECT

Level of Education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, Md, etc.):

 I managed to finish high school and take a few extra courses in college between helping out with Este.

Level of Self-Esteem: 

Normal? It’s not low, that’s for sure.

Gifts/Talents: 

This is the part where my mother would be very proud. Out of her three kids, I was the one that had that natural talent with music, I can pretty much play around with any instrument for an hour and know how to play it almost very well. My favourite instruments would be the piano and cello, sometimes the guitar. I know a few languages as well, my dad thought it would be great if I ever decided to meet his huge family in Britain one day so all my nationalities that require me to know a language….I can speak them.

Shortcomings: 

I choose to easily trust sometimes.

Style of Speech: 

It varies I think

"Left brain" or "right brain" thinker?: 

A little mix of both.

Artistic?:

 If I need to be artistic, then I can be, besides that no, not really.

Mathematical: 

Haha, I wish.

Makes Decision Based Mostly on Emotions, or on Logic?: 

It all depends on the situation.

Neurosis: 

None

Life Philosophy: 

“Every man is a creature of the age in which he lives and few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time.” - Voltaire

Religious Stances: 

Catholic I believe…although I don’t follow it.

Cautious or Daring?:

 Both, it depends on the situation.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable to: 

This….I don’t know.

Optimist or Pessimist?: 

I used to be pretty optimistic…

Extrovert or Introvert?: 

A mix of both.

Level of Comfort with Technology:

I just upgraded to the Iphone, what does that tell you? Haha.

RELATIONSHIPS

Current Martial/Relationship Status: 

Single

Sexual Orientation: 

Straight

Past Relationships: 

Yeah…a couple.

Primary Reason for Being Broken Up With: 

It wasn’t a mutual thing anymore.

Primary Reason for Breaking Up with People: 

I didn’t like the person they’ve become

Level of Sexual Experience: 

Hmmmm, I’ll just keep that a secret.

Story of First Kiss (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen?):

 It was funny because I could say Este since I know I was her first but it wasn’t, a few weeks prior I had a tiny crush on this girl and we were young so it was very awkward and it sort of just happened. Pretty quick and sweet, it was more like she kissed me and I just sat there since we were in the school library(it was a secluded area.), I didn’t know what to say but I remember feeling quite happy about it, or relieved.

Story of Loss of Virginity (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): 

I’m not a virgin, it’s happened but…I’d rather keep this story to myself.

A Social Person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): 

I talk to everyone that talks to me and If anyone is willing, I’d talk to them. I’m pretty open to anyone, no judgement really—except maybe one but even then I don’t choose to pick a fight.

Most Comfortable Around (person): 

Reese, Alana, Este.

How Does He/She Think Others Perceive Him/Her?: 

The nice guy probably, although to a few, probably not.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him/Her?: 

The nice guy

SECRETS

Phobias: 

Atychiphobia – fear of failure.

Life Goals: 

Just to make it through happily.

Dreams: 

Grow old, be happy, have a family and enjoy life. That’s all really.

Greatest Fears: 

Being left behind.

Most Ashamed of: 

I don’t know….

Most Embarrassing Thing Ever to Happen to Him/Her: 

Ah, I’ve had a couple about the same so I can’t really pin point it.

Compulsions: 

None that I know of.

Obsessions: 

Nope.

Secret Hobbies: 

I can juggle pretty well, pretty well at archery, my older sister makes me model sometimes if that counts haha and paintball is definitely the best game invented.

Secret Skills:

On an instrument, I can play any song on it just after hearing the song. So, I wouldn’t need the sheet music.

Past Sexual Transgressions: 

What? No. Never.

Crimes Committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): 

One time at the bar I worked at, there was a guy who wouldn’t leave this woman alone and we got into a fight and thanks to the many years of working and training with Reese I was able to pretty much able to disable him and I was almost charged until the woman told the police what happened. Besides that I stole gum from the convenient store a couple times with I was young.

What He/She Most Wants to Change About His/Her Current Life: 

Honestly, I don’t know…I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m willing to change, and what I should be changing. Realization is kind of hitting me hard with coming back and seeing a few things, y’know.

What He/She Most Wants to Change About His/Her Physical Appearance:

 I’m fine with my appearance. As long as I’m healthy and fit, nothing matters all too much.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily Routine: 

I wake up, stare into the mirror until I actually wake up, get dressed, grab a fruit, head to school, be in school, come home and do...whatever homework I have and then anything else. After I go to sleep and repeat unless something else is going on. 

Night Owl or Early Bird?: 

Night owl.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: 

Bit of both, I tend to stick more to the heavy type of sleeper though.

Favourite Food: 

This changes often, currently it’s meatloaf because for some reason I’m in love with it.

Least Favourite Food: 

Anything with Brussels sprouts.

Favourite Book: 

Believe it or not, Peter Pan. It’s a pretty good book.

Least Favourite Book: 

Twilight

Favourite Movie: 

Jurassic Park

Least Favourite Movie: 

Twilight

Favourite Song: 

At the moment, You had me at Hello – A Day To Remember

Least Favourite Song: 

Anything by tswift, I can’t seem to like her.

Coffee or Tea?: 

Tea.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter: 

Both.

Typer of Car He/She Drives (or wishes he/she drove): 

I drive a Mercedes Benz M-Class SUV.

Lefty or Righty?:

 Righty

Favourite Colour:

Green, blue or red.

Cusser?: 

Occasionally, when it fits, yeah.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug-User?:

 I’ve smoked, weed that is but only occasionally. I also drink, with a friend like Reese, it’s kind of has to be present. I don’t mind at all though.

Biggest Regret:

I used to have none and now I’m thinking of a couple…that should be counted as regrets. I’m not completely positive on that yet.

Pets?:

A dog, golden retriever named Lucky.

[holaeleni]

WRITING PROMPT 02 -

Show us who you are by filling out the questionnaire provided under the Read More

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Eleni Jane Sparks

Nickname(s): Leni, El

Reason for Name: Eleni means sun-ray, shining light — So my mother would say, anyways.

Birthday: 7th of May 

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois

Places lived since: Lived in Canada for two years when I was four, until moving back to Chicago when I was six. 

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations:

LoraineRose Sparks (Mother) and James Sparks (Father).  My mother is a wedding planner, and my father is a lawyer.  My mother was born in England, being the oldest of three, whereas my father was born in Chicago, being the youngest of four. My mother moved to Chicago for a few years, leading to meet my father at twenty. Next thing they knew, marriage and I came about. 

Number and names of siblings: No siblings. 

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): 

It’s tolerable. My father is really easy-going, and he’s always out and about running cases and off doing errands, so It’s quite content with him — whereas my mother, most of her work is based at home, and I guess I see her the most. I wouldn’t say it’s the most affectionate relationship of all, but we balance each other out, I guess. 

Happiest memory: Suppose the first time I ever got a dog. 

Childhood trauma: The dark? Although, I got over that, so I don’t really know what to say. 

PHYSICAL

Height: 5’4

Weight: 110 pounds

Build: Slim

Nationality: British/American

Hair Colour: Light brown

Usual Hair Style: Pony tail or hair down

Eye Colour: Brown

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses and contacts.

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Simple. Jeans, shirt, jacket. Nothing too ‘out there’. 

Typical Style of Shoes: Flats or converses. 

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Because my house is so pristine, I guess that’s the reason why I’m rarely sick.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Shower every second day, wear simple kind of make-up, um? Of course I wear clean clothes? Eye brows are tidy enough on a daily. 

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Ears pierced, that’s it. 

Accent?: American. 

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet, restless): Guess when I’m nervous, I start to bite my bottom lip a lot, or play with my hair. Something fiddly. 

Athletic: I’m on the cheer squad? But I guess a bit of gymnastics as a little kid came in a handy. 

INTELLECT

Level of Education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, Md, etc.): In my senior year of high school — Second senior year, to be precise.

Level of Self-Esteem: Decent? 

Gifts/Talents: Bit of creative writing here and there is always nice, some drawing, singing — Nothing special. 

Shortcomings: Too shy, I guess. 

Style of Speech: Well apparently, I can ramble on with nonsense of intellect, yet I guess I’m decent.

"Left brain" or "right brain" thinker?: Between? 

Artistic?: In some aspects, yes. 

Mathematical: Fairly. 

Makes Decision Based Mostly on Emotions, or on Logic?: Depends on the circumstance, but emotions seem more important than man-made logic. 

Neurosis: Pressure?

Life Philosophy: Everything happens for a reason. 

Religious Stances: I just believe that there is something out there. 

Cautious or Daring?: Cautious. 

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable to: Judgement upon my choices. 

Optimist or Pessimist?: I can be either, to some extent. 

Extrovert or Introvert?: Either, fairly enough. 

Level of Comfort with Technology: As long as it doesn’t shut down on me during an essay, then it is quite good. 

RELATIONSHIPS

Current Martial/Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Straight. 

Past Relationships: None. 

Primary Reason for Being Broken Up With: Never been broken up with. 

Primary Reason for Breaking Up with People: Never broken up with someone else. 

Level of Sexual Experience: Nothing too explicit. 

Story of First Kiss (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): It occurred when I was fourteen, and he was a family friend. There’s nothing more to it, other than the fact that he left the city three days after the occurrence. I have a strong feeling my mother had to do with it. 

Story of Loss of Virginity (if any - if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Haven’t got up to that stage, yet. 

A Social Person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): I have friends, close friends, anyways. 

Most Comfortable Around (person): Robyn! 

How Does He/She Think Others Perceive Him/Her?: Boring, I think?

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him/Her?: Boring, ha. 

SECRETS

Phobias: None that is severe enough to share. 

Life Goals: To be successful, if that isn’t general enough. 

Dreams: Travelling, yes. 

Greatest Fears: Jumping out of a plane. 

Most Ashamed of: Thinking short hair suited me.

Most Embarrassing Thing Ever to Happen to Him/Her: Thinking someone is waving at you, so you wave back, when really… they weren’t waving at you, at all. 

Compulsions: Expectations, or meeting that dead line.

Obsessions: Soft pillows and stuffed bears. 

Secret Hobbies: Singing. 

Secret Skills: I don’t know? Drawing? 

Past Sexual Transgressions: None

Crimes Committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Apparently I’ve been a saint during my whole lifetime. 

What He/She Most Wants to Change About His/Her Current Life: Stop being a saint, Eleni. 

What He/She Most Wants to Change About His/Her Physical Appearance: Stop looking like a little girl, Eleni. 

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily Routine: Sleep, wake up, school, go home — Nothing more to it.

Night Owl or Early Bird?: I can be both when needed, but lately it’s been the night owl for me. 

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: I’m capable of being the heavier sleeper, but generally light. 

Favourite Food: Everything and anything Italian. 

Least Favourite Food: Spoiledyogurt. 

Favourite Book: Looking for Alaska. 

Least Favourite Book: That is non-existent. 

Favourite Movie: 500 days of Summer. 

Least Favourite Movie: There are a fair few, but it’s always the ones with the stupid story lines that go no where. 

Favourite Song: Too many to even say a favourite one. 

Least Favourite Song: Gangnam Style

Coffee or Tea?:  Tea on a daily, coffee on a daily. 

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter:  Crunchy. 

Typer of Car He/She Drives (or wishes he/she drove): Hatchback.

Lefty or Righty?: Righty. 

Favourite Colour: Teal. 

Cusser?: I don’t cuss… 

Smoker? Drinker? Drug-User?: Jesus. 

Biggest Regret: Not doing certain things to make me happy. 

Pets?: I use to have a dog, until he was given away two years ago because my mother thought he was the reason for the made messes. 

[jfcnora]

WRITING PROMPT #001 — RECOLLECTION

❝ —It took me several minutes to register how my sun-kissed skin transitioned to the porcelain tone I had in high school. How my hair went from the dirty blonde peekaboo I had gotten a few weeks ago to my virgin chestnut colored hair. It was absurd... but how could I deny what was right in front of me?❞

A snapping twig, a tumbled stone, the flight of a startled animal hidden in the brush--something had caught her attention, and she paused, turned, and looked back at the edge of the dark forest behind her, unaware of the birds that gathered above her, their wings forming truncated crosses against the leaden sky in which storm clouds gathered, dark and ominous, promising something terrible and fierce. The fog was massively thick, casting dark shadows around her, and there was a settled eerie tone. It was all too hitchcock for the frightened female. She didn't know how to escape or how to get out. The actual question was... where was she? 

"H-hello?" she stuttered, barely audible enough for one to hear her, but too scared to try again with an even louder tone. The forest floor was lost to the darkness and fog. Against a hazy gray sky, black branches writhed like the tendrils of a monstrous, unseen beast, thickening in the distance to an impenetrable tangle that barred the fleeing youth’s way, inhibiting her escape and trapping him within the wilderness. Something was terribly close. To be within the proximity of something so chilling, so supernatural. It was the worst fear she could possibly experience. Out of nowhere, Jonathon's body, covered in blood and the stench of a garbage landslide, appeared in front of her. She was completely startled and toppled to the ground. "No, no!" she chanted, sliding away and trying to escape the blood-covered monster, who was towering over her, a look in his eyes so evil and malicious, it was practically unbearable to look. "Don't do this!" Jonathon's hand reached for her neck and caught grasp, squeezing. Nora scratched and pulled at his hand, desperately howling for air. 

"NO!" she shrieked. She was suddenly granted free access to air. There was no bloody Jonathon, no hitchcock setting, nothing. She was in her bed, safe and sound. A nightmare. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, rolling her hands over her face. She was heated and sweaty, even in her lace white camisole and her pajama boxer briefs she had gotten from one of her male friends. The dream felt so authentic before shoving her hot blankets away and heading over to the bathroom to brush her teeth. It was just yesterday that she had circled around to her old hometown for the funeral of a good friend — Jonathon. It was heartbreaking to explain the looks on the Magnetics' faces when she walked into the church and saw them teary-eyed and ghostly faces, knowing that they had officially lost one of their own. Knowing that they weren't ever going to see one of the most humane, gracious person on the planet. It was incredibly tragic. If only Nora would have known that he was going to die. She would've tried to help him. And it was going to haunt her for a long time. 

And unexpectedly, it hit her. Why was she in the bathroom of her parents' house instead of the dorm room at her college? She looked up at her reflection, a little stunned at her reflection. Her wet hands shot up to her face, rumpled through her hair, touched her nose. She noticed the blonde from underneath her hair was gone. "What the hell?" she claimed, outraged. What was going on? She had it dyed only a week ago, and it was fresh the day before. And she had woken up in her old bed? Something was up. 

She raced back into her room and searched for the backpack she carried around for her last year of high school. A small wave of relief casted over her after seeing it draped on the doorknob of her room. For a second, she thought the absolute impossible was happening. To be precise, she opened the bag, expecting old books, binders, makeup, et ecetera. Not only did she fail to find all that, but everything inside of it was organized... and inside was the key chain she had given to Jonathon right on the first day of school. She tried gasping, but her breath was caught in her throat. Fear rumbled through her body. "Th-this can't be possible," Nora stammered. Her hair, her room, and now the key chain? It was exactly what she thought it was, but she couldn't admit it to herself. Why? Because the possibility was too surreal. 

She began pacing around her room, thinking of any and every prospect. But, alas, the one suspicion she continuously pushed out of her head was the final excuse. 

She was in the past.

Beginning to finally accept her fate, she took into account that she was in her senior year. The first day, in fact, since it looked like none of her papers and books were touched and the key chain remained inside. She began to think about her friends, the Maggies, and wonder if they, too, went back into time. What if it was her chance to start over? To finally be known as a somebody with a good reputation, instead of the whore that was so easy that she had sex at a party. Quite frankly, she did love the attention at first since it was so hard for her to be known, what with Joelle and Robyn and most of the other Magnetic ladies shadowing her. It was unbelievable that she was considered to be one of the pack. What could she do to change everything and make her senior experience the best? But the answer was already set. She had thought about it numerous amount of times in college and practically had it planned out.

There was that one girl at Whitney Young, the one that had heads turning, the one that got everything she wanted with the snap of a finger, the one that could make someone's year an easily miserable one. Joelle. That was all Nora ever wanted — that power to be who she wanted. That's how she was going to walk in those school doors, and that's how she was going to walk out. A sinister grin curved the tips of her lips. 

"It's my turn." 

[adrian-slater]

Writing Prompt 001: 

What was your first thought upon waking up and realising that it was your first day of your Senior year? How do you feel about being a Senior - and after your first day, what do you have planned for the rest of the year?

My first day back? Well, it was no walk in the park. Waking up and realizing you are back in an old part of yourself is probably going to be the weirdest thing to ever happen.  When I realized what had happened I felt like I belonged on Back to The Future. I remember my eyes being locked on a mirror that hung on my wall, my hands stretching out every corner of my face knowing it couldn’t be true but hearing my radio go off, listening to the popular music of 2010 and the same radio broadcasting from my first time going through my first day...I knew it wasn’t a lie. That, and also when I had called or texted any of my friends, it had all been the same. We were back.

  At first I was thrilled, my friends and I were getting a second chance at redoing our futures. Don’t get me wrong, my future wasn’t bad at all. I liked it, my job provided for anything I needed and more but then I realized I wouldn’t see a familiar little girl’s face everyday. That very thought hurt a little but it couldn’t be helped and I didn’t want to show Este how sad I was for not having Alaska around already knowing she was going to be thinking about it when I saw her that day—and I was right.

  Here’s a funny thought about my first day, I got the girl. I didn’t think I would, quite frankly I was shocked figuring out that Alana Sittenfeld had a crush on me, I always felt something for her myself but I never thought our friendship would go even further. So far, feeling like a senior has been a completely different experience than the first time around, it’s seems like there’s going to be more risk taking at some points from how my memory serves. Not sure how the rest will play out, I’m just rolling with the flow.